Wayne looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, a playful smile on his face.
"I really hate people pointing guns at my head."
"Now take your men and get out of here, and you might just keep your life. Otherwise…"
Hearing this, Higuma actually laughed speechlessly, "Kid, who do you think you are? Damn, why am I running into so many idiots today?"
He cast a disdainful glance at Typhon in Wayne's hand and sneered, "Oh, you're tough, what are you going to do with that little sword? Are you going to cut my neck with it? Go on, cut me, come on, come on…"
Wayne grinned, pushing his left hand forward.
The expression on Higuma's face, who had been laughing wildly and provoking just a second ago, instantly froze. He was then struck by a terrifying force. He didn't even see how Wayne attacked before he was sent flying backward with a miserable howl, as if hit by a speeding carriage.
"Boss!"
"Bastard! How dare you hit our boss!"
"Everyone! Grab your weapons! Tear him up!"
The remaining bandits finally woke up as if from a dream, brandishing their machetes and clubs as they charged at Wayne!
"Hmph."
With a flick of his wrist, Typhon transformed into a blur as silver streams of light flew out.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
A series of "hissing" sounds was heard, and over twenty bandits, as if a pause button had been pressed, then fell to the ground like cut wheat.
From their throats, a line of blood as thin as a hair slowly seeped out, transforming into mist and pouring into Typhon's blade. Typhon shimmered with a red glow, seeming very excited.
In less than a second, the square, apart from the fallen corpses and flying dust, was left with only Wayne and Higuma, who was groaning in pain in the mud in the distance.
Thump!
Typhon returned to his palm, and Wayne slowly walked up to Higuma, looking down at him.
"Mercy, mercy," Higuma said, his face covered in blood and mud, snot and tears smearing his face. His previous arrogance was completely gone.
"I was wrong, cough cough, I was really wrong, I'm sorry! Please let me go, I… I'll never dare again."
Wayne didn't answer. He just bent down and picked up the flintlock pistol Higuma had dropped, then aimed the muzzle at Higuma's forehead.
"I forgive you. Just be more careful in your next life."
Bang!!
The gunshot was particularly jarring in the silent square!
Thus, the era of the King, Higuma, came to an end.
After a brief silence, the square erupted in deafening cheers from the villagers.
"Oh oh oh oh!!!"
"Wayne!!!"
"So amazing! Wayne! You're amazing!!!"
Woop Slap shouted excitedly, "Everyone! To celebrate Wayne protecting our village, I propose we throw a party for Wayne tonight, what do you say?"
"Yes! Party!"
"Bring out the best wine and meat!"
"Wayne! You must come! You are our great hero!"
Surrounded by the enthusiastic villagers, Wayne also smiled, "Alright, alright, alright, I'll definitely come! Definitely!"
...After this bandit incident, Wayne also realized that there were still many safety hazards around Windmill Village. Wild beasts and bandits could all lead to accidents.
For this reason, he suggested Rouge move to Loguetown. After all, the storm had passed, and it would be great for Ace to grow up in Roger's hometown. (T/N: Loguetown is way more dangerous than Windmill village. Idk why MC wasn't using his brain here)
Unfortunately, Rouge refused. She liked this place very much, and she liked the villagers here, not wanting to leave.
Left with no choice, Wayne had to take the initiative, eliminating all the surrounding bandits and ensuring that nothing dared to threaten Windmill Village again.
Six days later, Wayne, as the big boss of Windmill Village, successfully took down all the bandit strongholds outside the Goa Kingdom and earned the title of "Bandit Killer."
Nowadays, Wayne's fearsome reputation spread throughout the entire Goa Kingdom. All the bandits huddled in the Gray Terminal, no one daring to cause trouble in Windmill Village anymore.
Half a month later, Wayne bid farewell to Rouge, preparing to embark on his journey.
His goal this time was very clear: to find a Devil Fruit.
Wayne had already used the Logia-type Devil Fruit detector. The marked location was on an island in the New World. Wayne didn't know which island it was, but he would go there first.
However, from the general location, it could be determined that this Devil Fruit should not be the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, as Enel obtained his fruit ability on Skypiea's Birka.
In any case, Wayne was mentally prepared not to get the Rumble-Rumble Fruit this time. But then again, what if it was the Dark-Dark Fruit?
...After a day and a half of flying, Wayne's aerial mansion successfully arrived above the destination island. However, only after Wayne lowered his altitude did he notice a clearly occupied ship anchored by the coast, instantly sinking his heart.
"Damn it!" Wayne cursed under his breath, a premonition of ill omen surging through him. "Could someone have gotten there first?!"
He immediately pulled out the Devil Fruit detector from his pocket: seven o'clock direction, 1646 meters away.
"Good, there should still be time!"
Wayne no longer hesitated, quickly moving towards the center of the island.
After passing through layers of primeval jungle, a cluster of ancient buildings, eroded by vines and time, appeared before him.
Around the ruins were scattered a dozen people dressed meticulously, holding various measuring tools and notebooks. They were diligently recording patterns on the stone walls and clearing debris from the ground, clearly in the posture of a professional archaeological team.
And in the center of the ruins, within the moss-covered castle ruins, there seemed to be even more people.
"An Archaeological team?!" Wayne's brows furrowed. This meant that if he hadn't come, the Logia-type Devil Fruit hidden here would have been taken by this group of people?
Wayne took a deep breath, put on an arrogant expression, and strode towards an elder who looked like the leader at the edge of the ruins.
"Hey! Old man, what are you doing? Who allowed you to sneak onto my family's territory?"
The old man looked up at the sound, adjusted his slipping glasses, and through the lenses, scrutinized Wayne, this uninvited guest, a puzzled expression on his face:
"Your family's territory? Young man, I'm afraid that's impossible. According to our historical records and on-site surveys, the owner of these ruins disappeared into the river of history 400 years ago."
"If it really is your family's territory, then why are you only coming now?"
"Old man! Don't talk so much nonsense! I said this is my territory, scram, scram, get out quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
The old man was not angered, but instead showed a slightly teasing smile: "Alright, you say this is your family's territory, then you must know the name of this castle, right?"
"Of course I know!" Wayne lifted his chin slightly, solemnly fabricating, "This is Makka Pakka Castle!"